"Do you have any sugar? This coffee's awful."
I shook my head, saying nothing.
Moira raised an eyebrow. "Hmph, guess it'll have to do," she said, taking another sip.
I didn't see her in the flesh the night she kidnapped Millie, but I'd seen footage of her and seen her profile picture, though neither of these prepared me for what it was like to meet the woman in person.
She was a… force. I couldn't think of how else to describe her. There was a dynamism to her existence that made you stop and look and listen. It wasn't her beauty, though she was beautiful, but something else.
Something… alien.
"Is the gun real?" I asked, nodding at the gun she held loosely in other hand as she sipped her coffee.
We were both sitting at the dining table, both with a cup of coffee in front of us.
She smiled and rotated her wrist so that the gun hung from a finger. "Want to find out?" she asked.
"I think I'll pass," I said.
